
Originally Posted by
JC2011
OK here's my story.... I was arrested at Coachella back in 2002.
......It was right after we were watching Foo Fighters and we went to go to one of the food vendors locations to chill. We had planned to drop some shrooms to watch Prodigy later that night. So we did. Five minutes afterwords we walk out into the Coachella mainland and started walking towards the Sahara to go watch Tiesto.
My buddy wanted to stop for a second and take a picture of all of us with the palm trees and the sun going down. All of a sudden a guy with his girlfriend walk up to us and say they can take the picture. So we let them. Then the guy says," hey do you guys have any weed?" And we say no we were all out(But we did have like a bowl of weed, literally two bowls maybe) and I tell my friends to come on cause I wanted to catch Tiesto... Then my buddy start talking to this couple and I got frustrated cause I really wanted to see Tiesto, cause I had missed him the year before at Nocturnal Wonderland.....
So I say fuck it, and tell the guy he can have the last of our weed(which was two bowls maybe) and tell my friends to hurry up and lets go. The guy says, "here let me give you some money for this", and I was all perplexed and weird-ed out and told the guy I wasn't going to take his money, he tried again to make me take the money and I said no its all good. He then turns to his chick and says hang on... Talks to her for second in her ear and then says, "Here you can have it back, cause I'm an undercover cop" then proceeds to lift up his shirt as if were going to show his gun, but instead its a badge. He then says quickly, " AHAAHHA" and laughs at me. They put us all in handcuffs, walked us through the crowds and crowds of people, sorta humiliating, but whatever, and sit us down at some tables where they search our shit and find nothing but a pipe and the two bowls of weed.
We sit there for like 30 mins and then I remember.... OH shit we dropped shrooms. Soon after that, the palm trees started "breathing" at me and then I knew I was in trouble... LOL... They end up letting my friends go because they were just going to arrest me (paper ticket and boot me out of the concert). Mind you, I was everyone's ride, so at the end of the show if I wasn't there to drive, they were stuck. I knew I was fucked and tried to give me keys to my friends and the cops said, "no you need your keys to get into your vehicle". My friends looked nervous for me and the cops reassured them I would be at my vehicle when the show was over.
So my friends left to go watch Prodigy, while I sat at this table starting to shroom... Fortunately, I was a pro at keeping my senses together and staying calm even with the situation at hand. As they were writing up my paperwork, I could hear Prodigy in the background... Shortly after they started playing I started noticing that 3 more cops had sat down at the table and they were all whispering to each other, then one of them flash's a big fucking light on me and stares at me while I'm wincing. He says, "what was that weed laced with?" I replied that I didn't know what he was talking about and that I hadn't even smoked any weed (which I hadn't btw, my friends had smoked not me). They told me that my pupils were huge and that I was definitely on something and were telling me that I better tell them or else! They brought a doctor over to see me and they took my blood pressure and the doc said my heart rate/BP was pretty high. The doctor confirmed I was probably on something. The same fucking douche bag that laughed at me when he told me he was an undercover then proceeded to tell me that I could die, and that I was in serious trouble and made me feel like I was a lot worse off then I actually was.
They then decided to not only arrest me for the weed but to take me to Indio Jail where I would be until 7am the following morning. At that point I freaked... Here I was getting locked up on a Sunday night, and I was supposed to be driving all my friends back to Tucson, AZ the following morning. They were going to have no way to get to the motel that night and they had no idea I was going to jail.
Last but not least.....
They put me in a van with a bunch of other people and they were going to haul us away to the jail. Every single guy in the van was in there for sales except me. I did not take that money from the cop, so they couldn't charge me for sales, if I had though, I would have been in Jail for many days and faced harsher penalty. (SO DON'T SELL ANYTHING TO ANYONE) Also, my group and I were almost broke, we had totally mismanaged our money and we just barely had enough gas money to get home the following day. ....
I explained to the cops that I had no money and that my friends had all of our money, I expressed concern that I wouldn't have any way to get from the jail back to my car. They told me that was too bad and that my truck would be towed by 6am. I WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF JAIL UNTIL 7AM!!!! I was so bummed....
So I was sitting in this van like a caged animal when they sat 3 girls behind me on a 3 seat row(15 passenger van with two cages in the back, one which I was in). The girl is rolling balls and def was wacked out and asked me my name. I lol'ed to myself and knew that there was no point in telling this girl my name cause she wasn't going to remember it 5 secs later... I briefly told her my story and how I was totally fucked. She showed concern and felt bad for me and tried to tell me it was going to be all good... Then on we went to the jail.
I spent the next 7 hours in a holding cell, after being stripped down to my boxers. I sat in this bright lit, small holding cell with like 6 other dudes who were all in there for selling pills or other shit. Mind you, I WAS SHROOMING THROUGH ALL OF THIS. Again, I had made a point to keep my wits about me and the guys who were in there with me were all cool to me, and didn't fuck with me. They took each one of those guys and booked them to stay because they had to see a judge now, where I was simply in there for possession and being "under the influence" the cops wrote "DRUNK ON DRUGS" on my arrest because they had no idea what I was on.
After freezing my ass off(I literally thought I was going to freeze to death, even at one point pounded on the door and asked for help) and spending countless hours which seemed like days in this cell, I was released. As they were giving me my shit back, the lady asked if I knew "insert girls name here"? I didn't know what she meant, and asked why? She responded saying that someone had left me something. I said, "OK yea I knew her." The lady cop then pulls out an envelope and counts, "20, 40, 60, 80...." and hands me $80 in cash. The girl who I met in the van had left me $80 so I could get a cab and get back to my car, hopefully before it was towed.
I caught a cab right away and got back to the polo fields. It turns out no vehicles would be towed until 12pm that Monday. The cops had lied to me to make me feel bad and worried. I got in my truck(sober now), and drove to the nearest gas station. I tried calling my friends(who's phones were dead at this point) and got no response. I had no idea where they were or what happened to them. Note: We hadn't any clue where we were going to stay Sunday night. So I searched up and down Indio and the I-10 asking if my friends possible had checked into their hotel. After checking about 15 hotels I end up taking a nap for a couple hours in a hotel parking lot. I woke up in PANIC though and decided to check the last two places I could think of. I rolled up to the Motel 6, and gave the lady my buddies last name expecting her to turnaround and say.... nope not here.... and she went....... Yea he's here, and gave me the room number........ It WAS EPIC.
My friends told me that after the show had ended that they searched the grounds and parking lots for me for hours. They had the whole coachella crew searching for any info they could find for me. Remember, they were told that for sure I would be at my truck after the show. They called my mom(At the time my buddy and I were 18 and my friend Jenna and another girl were like 17). My mom got worried sick and called all the hospitals and finally got in touch with one of the main promoters with Golden Voice. They confirmed that I had been arrested(my friends didn't dare tell her what had happened, they just made it seem like I went missing, which left my mom thinking I had been murdered or something...)
So after all that.... We started driving home.... Thank GOD too, cause my friend Jenna was only 17 and although her Dad told her she could come to the show, he was hiding it from Jenna's mom(her parents were divorced). She lived with her Mom though, and had to be home to see her mom Monday afternoon, so by this time we were cutting it close with a 7 1/2 hour drive ahead of us.
Last thing, as we were driving home with no money left on our debit cards, we realized we had a huge issue, we had no money left. I literally had 50 bucks for gas(at the time gas was like $1.25 or something). We made it back to Tucson with less than a quarter tank of gas. If that girl in the van hadn't been there to give me $80 bucks we would have never made it back to Tucson without basically panhandling our gas. She was truly a blessing.
A month later I went back to Indio with my Mom for my court hearing. The judge laughed when he saw why I had been arrested and told me if I plead guilty to misdemeanor drug possession that I would basically be done, no booking fee, no fines, no nothing. He basically made some smart ass comments to the cops in the room saying he didn't understand why I was even there.
And that's my story.... I went to Coachella the next 3 out of 4 years up to 2006. I haven't been back since, and I freakin' live in SD now. I need to get back one of these years.
I am sober these days and only drink occasionally. I would say that if you are going to undulge in "partying" to any extent that I was, be careful and safe.
I think the person who gave this advice earlier really hit it on the head:
Oh and don't talk to anyone with glowsticks as necklaces... They take your shit and then laugh at you when they tell you they are undercover cops. LOL